Feathers ruffle, only for a moment, rippling across the harpy's form in a display that causes blues and greens to shimmer in the shadows of his plumage. Eyes as deep and dark and black as the rest of the feathers flash up in a face that's ghost pale in comparison, flecked with markings that make him appear splashed with ink. [say]Depends on where it's comin' from,[/say] he purrs through the Attuned bond in comparison, the great, curved talons of his feet digging further into the mud.
Sight of the manticore has suspicion prickling through the bond, then - after a recent encounter with a dragon, and with flight feathers still growing back in, he's not keen for a repeat performance. Still, doesn't really stop him from making decisions that some would consider stupid, or reckless. [say]You throw somethin' in the pool, make it bleed?[/say] he wonders, jutting his chin at the crimson waters.
Sight of the manticore has suspicion prickling through the bond, then - after a recent encounter with a dragon, and with flight feathers still growing back in, he's not keen for a repeat performance. Still, doesn't really stop him from making decisions that some would consider stupid, or reckless. [say]You throw somethin' in the pool, make it bleed?[/say] he wonders, jutting his chin at the crimson waters.
